Currently, there are more than three thousand followers of the Divine Terra Church, all of whom are Transcendents from Abyss City. The Church’s expansion speed can almost rival that of the Cultists.
Of course, among them, High Tier Transcendents are scarce, mostly comprised of Middle and Low Tier Transcendents.
Akidina-Duwa respectfully bowed and said, "Yes, Master Shawn."
One day’s ti passed quickly.
At midday the next day, a sizable and luxurious entourage arrived at Ring City, stirring a ripple in this seemingly desolate city. Those expressionless residents raised their heads to look at the black carriage ahead. Behind the limping Coachman was an exceptionally beautiful pair of sisters. They were tall and slender with well-defined features, slightly sunken eye sockets, prominent noses, blue eyes, and blonde hair, seemingly with so Highlander lineage. Most Highlanders had skin that was a lighter shade of brown, yet their skin was exceptionally fair, indicating they likely had noble ancestry.
Their attire suggested they were personal maids, and anyone with such a stunning pair of sisters as personal maids must be either wealthy or noble.
Under the sunlight.
A young servant opened the carriage door, and a dignified, alluring noblewoman dressed in a white court gown stepped down from the carriage. Her snow-white bosom glimred like milk in the sunlight, and the dazzling large ruby necklace was particularly striking. The silent Charm exuded by this enchanting woman made even the lazy beggars on the roadside widen their eyes greedily.
Beautiful won have an advantage: as long as they’re sufficiently enchanting, ascending to the Enchanting Demon’s branch of the Demon Path will ensure they aren’t lacking in Charm.
After Mada Ivonna fused with the Extraordinary Essence of the Enchanting Demon Path, her already enchanting appearance beca even more alluring. (Charm 2)
"Young Master."
The stunning tall sisters greeted outside the carriage as a handso young gentleman carrying a cane stepped out. His features were handso, his figure tall and upright, and his tailored black suit made him seem out of place with everything around him. His gaze was frivolous, carrying a hint of roguishness as he casually glanced around and said, "Let’s go."
This luxurious entourage included more than ten servants carrying various boxes and quickly entered a villa with a courtyard and attic under the watchful eyes of many passersby.
Vine Clark.
This fallen Guardian Clan was known for its rebellious nature and once had many illegitimate children. Unfortunately, these illegitimate children did not inherit strong Warlock bloodlines. The identity Shawn played belonged to a branch of this family. This person really existed and had even ascended to Warlock, only he had been dead for so ti now.
Ultimately, he could not escape the family curse. He lost control completely shortly after his ascension.
A noble from afar didn’t make much of a stir in Ring City, but as a refined old steward presented visiting cards to nearby noble families, so realized the significance of this surna quite quickly.
Night fell.
A sudden breeze swept through Shawn’s room, followed by a slowly flowing mass of swirling yellow sand entering the villa’s entrance, swirling once through the garden. The passing servants all fell asleep automatically. It cautiously approached the third-floor balcony, and strands of fine sand seeped through the window crevices.
It resembled an hourglass, soon accumulating into a small hill, gathering into a figure wrapped in bandages amidst the breeze. His slightly hunched body and exposed arms resembled a mummy, with dark red eyes appearing extrely sinister, resembling a mummy in nearly every aspect.
Shawn slowly opened his eyes and leisurely rose, saying, "Saxon-Desert Child."
"You’ve co."
The mummy stared at Shawn before him. Its dark red eyes seed ghastly as it hesitantly asked, "President, have you changed bodies again?"
Shawn gave an ambivalent response, saying coolly, "That’s not for you to ask."
The mummy was one of the Celestial Calamity ssenger Team mbers, a near-Legendary Level Transcendent of the Monster Path. It could create droughts, manipulate sand and swarms, and spread plague, living in a half-elental and half-undead form. The mummy itself was its physical form. With a hoarse voice, it said, "Recently, I’ve heard rumors that the President has left this realm."
Shawn smiled faintly, a wisp of Purgatory fla burning in his pupils as he said coolly, "Do you suspect I’m an imposter?"
Aemon’s True Na Law manifested, and the Three Paths of Purgatory’s aura enveloped the entire room.
The mummy stepped back in fear, trembled slightly all over, and bowed respectfully, saying, "I dare not. I’m rely curious about the rumors. Does the President have any new plans?"
Shawn retorted coldly, "Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t."
The Celestial Calamity ssenger Team was the base left by Aemon. Though Shawn possessed Aemon’s True Na Law, these people were not easy to control as most belonged to the Monster Path Transcendents, far stronger than ordinary people. The Celestial Calamity ssenger Team was a double-edged sword used by Aemon to disrupt the Realm of Reality.
This Celestial Calamity Warband’s strength far surpassed that of other Hermitage mbers, and their life forms varied greatly.
Shawn gazed at the mummy before him and asked softly, "Have the others arrived?"
The mummy replied respectfully, "They’re here."
Shawn frowned and asked, "Why are you the only one to co?"
In a low voice, the mummy answered, "They’re afraid of disturbing the President’s rest."
Upon hearing this, Shawn snorted coldly, gently raised his finger as a Secret Rune shot out.
A palm-sized swirling yellow sand gathered in the mummy’s hand, and upon catching it, it quivered slightly. The bandages on its body shattered, transforming into countless fine sand grains that then flew and gathered again, reforming into the bandages wrapping its body.
Shawn said calmly, "Here’s your task. Now leave."
The mummy nodded respectfully and soon its form transford into a swirling dust storm, exiting from the balcony.
The room didn’t retain a single grain of sand; all those grains were part of its body.
Ring City, Outer City District.
The sound of a whistling wind arose, the mummy’s figure landed amidst the swirling dust.
In the darkness, a captivating, charismatic female voice sounded, "Did you et the President?"
"Is it him?"
A pale woman’s face erged from the shadow; her features were exquisitely stunning, incomparable in allure, except for her crimson lips, her pale skin showed no hint of blood. This woman slowly stepped out of the darkness. Under the moonlight, she cast no shadow whatsoever.
The mummy remained silent until two blazing Soul Fires erged from the darkness. Only then did it say mildly, "I don’t know."
"But he made feel fear."
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
Amidst a faint sound of hoofbeats, an armored knight slowly erged. He held his head in his hands and said solemnly, "If uncertain, then he is the President."
"What are the new orders?"
The mummy raised a hand, emitting a faint glow from a Secret Technique Seal.
The knight clad in black armor extended his steel-arm-guard-adorned hand, its sharp spikes glistening with cold light. He reached out and received the Secret Technique Seal, contemplated for a mont, and then the head he carried spoke in a rasping voice, "Let’s go."
"Act separately."
"The mont I arrived, I felt this city enveloped by the Dark Blood Sacrifice ritual. It’s likely the ritual is about to start."
"The President’s patience isn’t good."
The shadowless alluring woman raised her delicate eyebrows, her expression sowhat playful as she said, "I heard the last ti, the Doomsday Circus mbers all perished."
"Do you think we’ll et the sa fate here?"
The black-armored knight turned expressionlessly, a Nightmare erged from the darkness, accompanying his figure as it gradually receded, seemingly ignoring the woman’s words.
The mummy hesitated briefly, stopped its words, and then dissipated into a swirling windstorm.
In place, only the seductive woman snorted coldly, gazing deeply toward the distant Black Tower, murmuring, "Here, there’s the aura of the old days."
"We may all perish here."
"If he is the President, I’m willing to sacrifice everything, but if he’s not?... "
In the darkness.
The Nightmare’s whinny echoed.
The Headless Knight’s deep voice resounded from afar, "If you can’t prove he’s not the President, then he is the President."
"The Celestial Calamity ssenger Team exists because of him, and for him."
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